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— Ezra listened to her, his eyes narrowed on her as she explained herself. Well that's good I suppose that she can defend herself, he mused. "Well they probably have a right to be," he muttered in regards to the wolves. "I've turned down every single wolf that has ever offered to be my companion," he explained in a clearer tone so Jeanette could hear him. "And I don't really eat breakfast," he added, one corner of his mouth pulling up slightly. He picked up the phone on his desk and pressed a button. "Breakfast is to be delivered to my office as soon as it's ready. Two plates," he clarified before hanging up the phone.

— Ezra rolled his eyes at her statement. "She won't be coming in here anytime soon, and I never go downstairs to eat breakfast anyway. Either always in here doing work, or training with the soldiers," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought of the last time he had been down there working with them. "I will probably have to go down there today to the training grounds," he added, to let her know. There was a soft knock on the office door as a servant brought up breakfast. "Here you are, Your Majesty," they trembled as they set the food down before scurrying away. Ezra gestured to the plates. "Help yourself."

— Sure enough, as Darius rifled through the silky fabrics nothing came up that was large enough to fit him. He picked through some of her drawers in hopes of finding at least something, but when he only came across lingerie, he rolled his eyes. He debated about trying the door, but after narrowing his amber eyes on it, he realized that they were locked. I can push her buttons, he thought, but he knew deep down that trying to exit the room when she hadn't permitted him to would get him into some trouble. I wonder how far I can push her? he wondered absentmindedly.

Darius's jeans hung dangerously low on his hips, the denim soaked even darker from the water and he grunted softly when Dove had gripped the belt loops and pulled him towards her. He didn't utter a word as she leaned up a little to place a careful kiss on his throat, and in the mirror, he watched as she pulled away, leaving a perfect lipstick stain on his bronzed skin. "Uncomfortable doesn't begin to cover it," he muttered, half under his breath as he watched her reflection in the mirror. He didn't care if she heard him, and he huffed when she moved away. For a moment he stared at his reflection in the mirror, wondering just what the hell he got himself into.

The lion's head swiveled when he heard the noise. You have got to be kidding me, he thought, hearing the dainty little bell jingle on the thin black collar that he knew he could snap in half if he wanted. "A bell? Can you be original?" he scoffed, his eyebrow raising as she approached him. He rolled his eyes at her threat, though he figured if she did call the guards here, it wouldn't be fun for either party. Slowly, he prowled up to where she was sitting, his arms crossed over his chest and his muscles taunt from the tension. "I'm here, little Dove," he rumbled, his tail lashing back and forth with annoyance. His jaw was clenched as he stared down at her, silently daring her to put the collar on him, his amber eye swirling with clear irritation.

— Darius allowed himself to smirk and a soft chuckle to emerge from his chest when she sat down on his thigh, specifically on the wet jeans. She had patted his head, and he fought off baring his teeth at her. He wasn't a kitten after all. "That's what I was trying to tell you," he chuckled when she had jumped up and frowned at the feeling.

The tendon's in Darius' throat tightened when she put the collar on him, and while he didn't like the collar, it was a (little) better than the one that was on him before. The leather of this collar was softer unlike the other one, and while it was lighter and thinner, the main downside to it was that it had a bell that jingled when he moved. I better get paid so much for this job, he thought bitterly, praying to whatever God was out there that no one he knew ever saw him in this. When she mentioned that he was hiding something, he just smirked, not answering her statement. "When will I be able to live with this collar off, all the time?" he asked, instead of acknowledging her. "I don't mind tattoos," he mused. "Well, we will just cross that bridge if we get there," he purred, not disliking the idea of a tattoo. He didn't like the thought of branding. The scar would be ugly against his skin, and while he had many to show, he didn't proudly show them off. Him showing off a brand that was forced upon him wouldn't be something he would be proud about.

When she mentioned the other kings potentially trying to take over her kingdom, he paused, his eyes running up her legs a shamelessly before landing on her face, amber eyes meeting pale ones. "Is that an actual problem?" he asked. "Do you not have the military to beat the other kingdoms?" he asked, curiously. He hadn't heard wind of any kings trying to take over this kingdom, or had war been quietly stirring under everyone's noses? Or will I beat them to it? he thought, remembering just exactly why he was stationed as the queen's pet. Darius had a mission, and he deflated slightly as he remembered his job. Assassin. Right. Well, at least she's... interesting, he mused. In fact he had not minded her company in the short stay that he had been there. He gratefully took the button up from Dove and slowly slipped it on. While it was tight, it fit as best as it could., the fabric elegant and soft on his skin.

— Which one(s)?

— I would be down to roleplay with you! I'm fine playing the male character, and I think I would rather go with option A. I always like two opposite couples.

— Darius frowned when he looked back over at Dove, watching as her pale face turned slightly pink from trying to hold back laughter. When he looked down, he frowned and then it clicked that she was laughing at him. Of course she would be, he thought, pressing his lips into a thin line as he watched her burst out into fits of giggles, which (he hated to admit) were somewhat cute. He didn't grumble or complain about her laughter, though he did make a motion to unbutton it, and winced when he heard a slight rip. When he looked, the rip came from the seams underneath the armpit, and while it wasn't large, at least it was in a spot where it was hard to see. "Oh, sorry," he mumbnled, trying to shuffle out of the tight fabric without ruining it more, and continuing to be the subject of the queen's entertainment.

Darius nearly sighed with relief when the queen had decided to just take the wet clothes that he wore and throw it in the dryer. At least that will save me from wearing what she wants me to wear, or actual clothes, he thought, thinking back he how she had nearly tried to get him to go shirtless with that damned jingling collar. Without having to be told twice, he slipped off the wet jeans he wore as gracefully as he could, but he left his briefs on. "I will take you up on the dryer offer, even though Your Majesty's clothes are lovely, I think I will continue to ruin them, and not in the way you would probably prefer," he rumbled, handing her the denim and the dark button up that he had ripped a hole into.

— Darius watched the queen as she sauntered her way over to the door, and he let his eyes shamelessly roam over her curves. When she handed the guard the clothes, he tried to listen to what she was whispering in his ear, but didn't have any luck trying to decipher what was said. "Oh, you've worked so hard," he murmured, sarcastically, his eyes lazily lidded. He offered her a sly smile when she mentioned that her maids had chose well with him. What you don't know is those maids are on my side, and helped sneak me in, he thought. He knew that there had been one maid that couldn't be swayed from the queen, too afraid to rebel against her. The others had more than happily shoved the queen under the bus, therefore easily slipping Darius in as the next pet of hers. They had dressed him and allowed him the looser chains for him to escape out of when he had been waiting for Dove.

He took the towel from her as she lazily sauntered over to the fireplace, and within moments, the fire that had been nonexistent was blazing, and the queen had dark smudges on her face. Darius frowned, seeing the soot, but didn't make a comment until she had gone and made have of her face a dark gray. He grimaced and put the towel down to wet it slightly with the sink water, stopping from drying himself off as he walked over to her. "Stop, you're making yourself look like a maid," he scolded, quietly, using the wet bit of the towel to wipe away the dark smudges from her face. "There, now you can fix your makeup," he allowed, stepping back. The corner of the towel that he had used was now nearly black from the soot that he had wiped off. "Make sure you wash your hands before you touch your face again," he added, giving her a pointed look.

— Darius rolled his eyes when she threatened to make him do her make up as a punishment. "Actually, having me do your makeup couldn't do you justice in the slightest, and you would hate it so much you would make me do it over again and make us late to your meeting," he pointed out. Darius had no idea how to do her makeup, much less in the way she could. He grinned when her tail lashed slightly, reminding him of an angry kitten. His inner lion growled playfully watching her, and he felt his lion rumble beneath his skin, purring with satisfaction of the cat-like woman.

When she turned to leap onto him, he felt his lion try to come through the surface, but Darius firmly pushed him down, instead bracing himself for her to leap onto his back, planting his feet firmly into the ground to brace for her scrambling. He chuckled, a smile playing on his lips as he felt her legs wrap around him and her pull herself up. "You are quite light," he commented, noting that his bracing was all but futile considering she barely budged him. His grin widened slightly when she mentioned him easy to ride, and he felt a purr from his lion rumble. "Comfortable?" Darius asked, his hand coming up to rest on her thighs, and the other reaching for her other hand. "Careful what you say, little Dove, remember I am a cat and you are a bird," he rumbled as he walked around the room for her amusement.

— Ezra paused, glancing up at the female lycan. "Well, I won't be staying in the castle for much longer as it is. Conflicts are... building," he carefully allowed, not really wanting to disclose this war would be caused by the vampires, and soon. "I will be needed on other territories," he explained.

— Darius had to admit that the queen caught him off guard, her legs wrapping around his throat in a manner that was almost uncomfortable. As they fell back, Darius hit the ground, hard. He gasped, though it was hard for him to breathe considering his Dove was choking the rest of the air he had out of him with her thighs. Note to self - don't underestimate this woman, he thought, his lion prowling under the surface now that she was in play mode. She crawled on top of his chest and he stared up at her, nearly choking from how hard she was squeezing, and his eyes flashed a dark amber, the molten irises swirling. As she continued to press the weight down, his hands went to grab her hips and flip her over, a low rumble building in his chest as he did so. He went to land on top of her, so that she was pinned down by his weight instead of the opposite.

He grumbled softly at her statement of his clothes not drying in time. Well, last I checked, I was still in my boxers, he thought, and grinned slyly as he brought his face close to her throat. "Are you insinuating that what I have on will somehow... get wet?" he purred, his eyes not changing back to their more muted hazel, instead swirling a bright bronze. Darius put his weight down in his arms on either side of her head, deciding to put more of his weight on top of her so that she couldn't move.

— A coy smile played on the hybrid's lips as he felt her squirm underneath him. He froze when he felt the little peck on his nose, having not expected something that cute. "Already so fond of me?" He teased. Finally when he felt her tail poke his rear, he rolled off of her. He glanced over at the roaring fire in the fireplace she had created and huffed as he got to his feet. Darius made a point to help up the woman and right her on her feet, smiling slightly when he saw her lashing tail.

[ so sorry for the short post, at work ]

— Darius rolled his eyes as she rambled on about how she would get rid of him. That's if I don't get rid of you first, he thought, thinking back to when he had received the mission. He had been hired by a private source. Simple no name, just the mission half of a a payout. When she mentioned the lipstick on his nose, his face wrinkled and he wiped the back of his hand over the mark, rubbing it away from his skin. He rubbed the back of his eyes as well, and he stopped when she stuck a foot into the fireplace. He went to move to rip her from the flames but froze when he realized the fire wasn't hurting her. He relaxed slightly, though his eyes remained glued on her to make sure that for whatever reason it wouldn't switch to suddenly burning her. His muscles remained locked and he watched her like a cat hunting a well.. bird.

When she stepped out, Darius relaxed slightly and he watched her warily. His lip curled slightly at the term pet, but he let it slide, taking the towel from her. He would get her back later. Upon seeing her start sprinting down the hallways, his lion gave a violent lurch, wanting to shift so he could chase after her, and Darius found it hard to push it down. As Darius ran, she shed her clothing and he gave a wild grin, this time not hesitating in shifting.

In a fluid motion, he dropped the towel, and in four steps he had collapsed to all four paws, gracefully shifting from human to lion. In most areas of the kingdom, shifting in the open wasn't allowed, and very uncommon. In certain situations, such as business ones, shifting in front of those of a higher status than you was considered disgraceful. In this moment, Darius didn't care. He had already pushed quite a few buttons with the queen, and he wouldn't hesitate to continue to push them. Darius receded back enough to let his lion surge forward mentally, his eyes turning a swirling hazel as the animal made itself known as it chased the girl down the hallways, quickly gaining.

— As Darius chased after the queen of hearts, he watched her shift. If he had blinked while she did it, he would've missed it, and he let out a low chuff as he picked up his speed to chase after the woman. She had changed into something a little more... demonic, and as he watched her run/fly, he knew the rumors about her were actually true. She really did live up to her name, he thought. Dove would let Darius close enough for him to nip at her wings playfully, but every time he threatened to take her down to the ground, she flew just out of his reach. A paw swiped up, claws sheathed every time she flew up.

When she charged him, Darius tried to slow down to brace for her impact, but they wound up colliding most ungracefully. She wrapped herself around his body and he let out a low rumble that sounded like a low roar. He struggled a bit when she actually lifted him. He wasn't a small creature, and the strength she possessed was definitely more than what appeared, which Darius made a note of. When she brought her face close to his muzzle, he nearly grinned if he was in human form, and let a thick tongue swipe out to lick her cheek, tasting her as she tasted him. When he was set down, he shifted, slightly out of breath from the chase, offering her a sly smile. "Nice form," he commented, gesturing to the wings, reaching up slightly to touch one of the leathery appendages. "I'm hungry for just about anything, my queen," he said after a moment with a sly eyebrow quirk.

A part of him wanted her to comment on his lion form - and he knew if she did, it would most likely be to scold him, or worse - try to threaten him. He suppressed a soft chuckle at the thought as he stared at Dove.

— Darius chuckled, shaking his head at her comment on his sizing. "I'm a lot bigger than you think," he said, with a wicked grin. He watched her shuffle through the fridge, and when she shoved the glass tupperware of spaghetti at him, he quirked an eyebrow, but didn't make a comment. In a fluid motion, he popped the food into the microwave, waiting for it to heat up and then popping open the door before it could make its annoying beeping noises to signal that it was ready. He fished around the kitchen for a fork, and even though the food wasn't evenly heated, it was better than nothing. Shit, it was better than the normal food he ate on missions, so Darius wasn't going to complain about leftover spaghetti.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her make her drink, wondering if poison would be the best option for him to take instead of making it bloody on the poor thing. He knew she caused a lot of pain for a lot of people, but poison is quick and if he passes her drink to more than one servant, it could never be traced back to him. He tossed that idea around in his head as he watched her. Darius's tail tightened around hers and he chuckled softly when she quickly pulled her tail away from his. "Don't fight it, little Dove," he chuckled. "Tails have minds of their own sometimes." With that, he let his tail trace up her back before pulling away, offering her a small wink.

At her probing, the assassin shrugged. Rolling out his shoulders, and after another mouthful or two of the noodles, he allowed, "I haven't experienced fear in a long time. I have nothing to lose, so why should I be afraid?" he pointed out. He moved between her legs, and his tail came up to push her a little closer to him. "It's not the town you've been soft on. You're just dealing with a different breed than you're used to." With a fluid motion, he scooped her up with one arm, finishing the rest of the noodles in another bite or two before carrying her like a child from the kitchen to go hunt for her dress down the hallways.

— The hybrid didn't mind as she settled down into his hip, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her through the hallways. He didn't pay the servants they passed any mind, not even breathing in their direction. If he made eye contact with anyone it could be disastrous, so he just avoided looking at them in any manner. His bare feet were silent on the marble floors as he walked down the halls in which they had just sprinted down in hopes of finding the discarded purple dress. He let a grin touch his face, but it didn't reach his eyes as she spoke of her assassin, a king and the ex-king of the kingdom. "Well, I am not quite like other servants, if you haven't figured that out yet," he said, with a chuckle as he spotted the puddle of fabric on the floor. He quickly released her so that she could grab the clothes and snickered when she flicked off the guard, who backed away, fear sparking in his eyes. He sauntered behind her, and when she crashed back into his chest, his arms automatically wrapped around her.

"Thank you?" he said, ending it in a question because he didn't know if the chest comment was a compliment or an insult. Darius knew that she could scramble up him without much help, but he still helped her climb up onto his shoulders with a gentle push on her upper back thigh. He was careful to not touch her inappropriately as he did so. He grunted in response to her statement, turning towards the large oak doors that she had gestured to. He paused slightly when she kissed him and his tail swished in appreciation as his lips molded against hers gently. Darius once again made a point to not pay anyy mind to the maids, but he couldn't help feel a twinge of annoyance at the fact that they were laundering around, watching them. Way to be inconspicuous, he thought, but didn't say.

When he felt the leathery tail wrap around his throat, he chuckled, thinking at first that it was another one of her games. He felt her stiffen against him, and as soon as that happened, he knew he was in for it. Shit. He straightened up slightly, slowly walking to the room like she instructed. He didn't want to have to kill her bloodily, but he would if he had to. He kept himself still as he walked to the bedroom, and slowly opened the door. "Yes, my Queen," he murmured under his breath as he stepped inside. "Is there a problem?" he probed, quietly. "You know, if you don't like the dress, I can always pick out another one for you." He kept his voice teasing and without strain, slowly closing the door behind them. "All you have to do is say so, little Dove." He winced, feeling the sharp edge of her tail against his throat, feeling it draw a little bit of blood as it punctured the skin, though he didn't make a comment on it. "We are going to be late for your meeting, dear."

— Darius took a shuddering breath when she released him, and he rolled out his neck from where she had him in a death grip. When he saw her grab the maid, threatening the man, Darius stiffened, but didn't move. Some people he couldn't save, and it was unfortunate - he knew this going into the job. There was a pang of guilt as he looked at the queen gripping the maid. "I'll make a note to not pick out dresses for you then," he quipped.

Darius's brow furrowed and he looked at Dove confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "I was found, literally. There was nothing else better for me to do, so I figured why not?" He said, feigning some panic in his voice. To be fair though, he was telling the truth with his statements. "So I was brought here and they tried to chain me up. I was living on the streets. Sometimes anything is better than that."

His lips thinned as he pressed them in a thin line when the guard opened the door. His eyes narrowed when he saw her lean down to whisper in the guard's ear. Darius didn't miss the flash of fear in the guard's eyes as they locked eye contact for a brief moment, before the guard scurried away. Without needing to be told twice, Darius threw on the button up he was given and the jeans that had been dried. The maid had also nearly sprinted from the room once Dove had released him, and Darius actually felt bad for the poor guy. Once he was all fitted in his clothes, Darius ran a hand through his wavy hair and gave Dove a pointed look. "After you," he muttered, gesturing for her to lead the way.